We are all weak, flawed,
But strive we must to punch the brittle face in the reflection,
And when the mirror shatters pick the pieces and rearrange.
Strength is not a trait; it’s a phenomenon to be willed,
To be perfected,
To be sought with the fervor of a man looking for gold in the dirt.
But strive we must to punch the brittle face in the reflection,
And when the mirror shatters pick the pieces and rearrange.
Strength is not a trait; it’s a phenomenon to be willed,
To be perfected,
To be sought with the fervor of a man looking for gold in the dirt.
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The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
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